August 20th, 2012 → 6:01 am @ // No Comments

“The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side,
His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.”  – As You Like It

There’s been a lot of talk lately about Medicare and the differences in approach towards it between Romney/Ryan and Obama/Biden.  As such, the elderly have been on my mind.  Here’s Shakespeare classic take on that sixth stage in life, when you get so old you start to seem like a child again…

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